It was 2005 when I fell in love with the United States. It happened on my first trip there. I remember the day very well, it was a Monday in late January. I landed around 3.00 pm in Houston, Texas, and from there immediately drove about 150 miles to Austin, the state capital. Those first three hours in the country left a lasting impression on me. An expanse of skyscrapers in the center of one of the nation’s largest cities, oil wells pumping in the middle of the desert, 10-lane highways loaded with giant cars and at least fifteen gun shop signs standing either side of the highway.
Since that day I’ve travelled to the States twenty or more times, going back for work or to visit the many friends I’ve made over the years. Often I just went for the sake of seeing and living in new places.